There was a shadow, drifting between light and grief, never seen, yet always felt, like an ache that lingers long after the wound has closed. She once knew the path to the lake of silver tears, where the moon wept into endless water, and a siren feasted on sorrow. But time had passed, and the sorrow she once knew had grown distant, a memory fading in the quiet dark.
There were doors once paths to places only the lost could find, but absence had sealed them shut. Yet still, there were voices, reaching through the dark, leaving light in their wake, unknowingly.
I never knew her, not in the way one knows a face or a voice. But I have felt the weight she carries. And perhaps, that is enough. Perhaps that is all knowing ever is.
@Dairy_of_Darkness
There were doors once paths to places only the lost could find, but absence had sealed them shut. Yet still, there were voices, reaching through the dark, leaving light in their wake, unknowingly.
I never knew her, not in the way one knows a face or a voice. But I have felt the weight she carries. And perhaps, that is enough. Perhaps that is all knowing ever is.
@Dairy_of_Darkness